Guidelines for Improper Use of Magical Peripherals

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Chapter 255: Kind-hearted Maozi

This is a seemingly ordinary morning.

But the unusual thing is that California Kiyomitsu, who is far away at the headquarters of the Tokyo Game Studio, has taken a vacation and is back!

The sword-fighting god who has been working overtime recently and has become bald, did not wear a suit or the black and red windbreaker he brought with him. Instead, he wore a comfortable cotton short-sleeved shirt and home shorts, flip-flops, and lay on the sofa to apply a facial mask. A glass of iced mixed juice and freshly baked small cakes were placed next to him, which was really comfortable.

Shechuan You, who was standing next to him, was also leaning on the soft pillow of the sofa to apply a facial mask, but unlike Kiyomitsu who was flipping through fashion magazines, she was playing with her mobile phone at the moment, completely looking like a serious mobile phone and Internet addict, and there was no image of a rich woman at all.

Her husband was lying on her legs, holding a copy of "Complete Suicide Manual" in his hand and reading it. The most terrifying thing was that he still had the same facial mask on his face. After all, according to Dazai Osamu, "I want to play too, but you've already been covered by Kiyomitsu"...

So these three humans who exude a salty smell look like good sisters.

——This was the only thought that Jiu Buban had when he flapped his wings and flew to the coffee table.

Although he wanted to jump into his mother's warm embrace and act like a spoiled child, it was a pity that this best position had been occupied by another black mud monster who claimed to be his godfather. The young ancient star dragon rubbed his paws in annoyance, and found that the black-haired man cast a threatening and dark glance at him through the cover of the book.

Jiu Buban was stiff all over at that time.

But... Damn it! Is this bastard who is loved by his mother so great! When he grows up a little more, I will pull out all the hair of this trash man!

Dazai Osamu: Sorry, being spoiled by your wife means you can do whatever you want.

Xiao Jiu flew angrily to California Kiyomitsu's legs, folded his wings and squeaked at him twice.

"Ah! It's Xiaojiu, long time no see!"

Fusangshen happily put down the magazine in his hand, picked up the cub and sucked it twice, making Xiaojiu laugh and curl up his tail. The scales all over his body were floating with blue light regularly.

He recently awakened a new blood power, which can make the light in the scales show real-time mood. It sounds like a useless skill of Mary Sue...

"Pah."

The sound of something being thrown on the table interrupted the intimate behavior of Yidao and Yilong. The latter looked up in confusion, but found that it was Shechuan Yao, who was tired all over, who impatiently threw the hacker phone on the table and stopped playing.

Everyone looked at each other in horror.

For a mobile phone addict who likes to play with mobile phones, play games, and gossip, suddenly showing this bored attitude can only mean one thing...